Novel & Cerita Eratica

Erica locked her feet over his hips and bucked herself under him consequently. “Oh Gosh! Oh Gosh! Arrrrggghhhh,” Erica screamed wildly, thrashing her head side to side while clutching him tightly. She hadn’t been so well filled in a while. Just having Thad’s prick fucking her sent sharp signals up her spine reminding her how long it had been since last time they fucked and how much she had missed the feel and girth of his cock. She arched her back and continuously revved up her hips and pelvis, wanting to take on every inch of his prick inside her womb.

"Destroyed is the reputation I've built so far as the prince of the campus!" "I quite enjoy it," said Erna. “Wanna try it next time? I'll buy a new one because the previous one was confiscated by our lecturer." “Eh? Confiscated? By who? And why?” both Veronica and Dania were both surprised to hear Erna's confession just now. "Yes, because they are considered perverted and strange," Erna rolled her eyes in disgust. “Even though most European countries don't have a problem with that. Isn't our city also a friendly city with the BDSM community?”

"Had those journalistic entities successfully mapped the data link connecting your frame to our corporate conglomerate, our entire commercial empire would have suffered an immediate, catastrophic bankruptcy solely due to your reckless behavioral maneuvers, Erika!" My head snapped upward by a reflex action, my skull executing a rapid, high-frequency shake as my facial expressions mutated into an aura of profound domestic remorse. "Erika’s internal strategy possessed absolutely zero intention of engineering such a devastating corporate hazard, Papa." "Precisely... consequently, your system must permanently cease this habit of randomly selecting prospective life partners from low-value demograp

I cried out before I could stop myself. Derick’s hand clamped over my mouth as he started fucking me hard and deep. The mirror showed everything,my flushed face, my bouncing breasts still trapped in the uniform, and Derick’s powerful body behind me, jaw tight with lust as he pounded into my soaked pussy. “Shut the fuck up and take it,” he hissed, hips snapping relentlessly. “My wife is right down the hall. You don’t want her to hear what a slut her new maid is, do you?”

sia started but Erica cut her off, "Maybe if I share something with you... I'm sure you will understand Emiliano...everyone tends to have secrets at some point...some secrets destroy everything when they are out and some don't"she started and sia saw the happy Erica she always saw smiling, her smile disappeared and sia saw some sadness in her eyes "First things first I'm Erin, not Erica...you see how funny the world is…"she said with a chuckle and sia wasn't following "Erin?"

KIRA’S POV Erica did not stop talking. She paced the room like a trapped animal, every step sharp, every movement rigid with frustration. Her hands kept lifting, gesturing wildly, then falling back to her sides only to clench into fists again. It was like she was trying to shake something off herself—fear, anger, embarrassment, all of it tangled together and spilling out through her mouth. “So let me get this straight,” she said, her voice rising again. “I tell you one thing—one thing—and suddenly it’s free information? Suddenly it’s something you can just pass around like it belongs to you?”

"Don't you know? Like chicken, hen... the ones you eat. I have alive ones at home. They are like... uhm... a pet." The tension in the room snapped like a rubber band. Erica let out a huge breath and then burst into laughter. Mike held his head in his hands, groaning. "Fuck my dirty mind," he wheezed. "Our dirty minds." Derek looked around, his lip curling in that elitist disgust. "What were you all thinking?" "Well..." Erica started, still giggling. "Ewww," Derek cut her off, his face twisting. "The fuck? Gabriel is totally not my type."

“But right now I’m not away. Let us enjoy ourselves. Will you lie on your stomach and kneel for me? Let’s try a new style.” I nodded quickly, even though I was nervous. I turned over and got on my knees, my face down on and my ass up as Eric moved behind me. I felt his hands on my hips, holding me steady. Then I felt the big head of his cock at my entrance again. He pushed in slowly at first but this new position felt much deeper. I screamed loudly as he filled me completely in one smooth thrust. “Are you calling for help, my beloved?” Eric chuckled behind me. “No one is going to hear you. This place is soundproof.”

"Family? Ryder, surely you aren't serious. It's one thing to have a... diversion, but bringing this woman into our father's house? It's a sacrilege." "Rachel, that's enough," Ryder warned, his jaw tightening, his hand dropping from Bethany's waist to clench into a fist. "No, it's not enough," Ester snapped, looking Ruth-Ann up and down. "And look at the daughter. Wearing that thin rag without a bra. She's already following in her mother's footsteps. A little tramp in training. Like mother, like daughter." The word tramp rang across the porch. Bethany's face went pale, her eyes filling with a shamed, defeated light as she stared at the ground.

I responded. “Okay, that’s enough,” Erika said, pulling him away from me so she stood in front of me now. I redirected my attention from my son and his bitch, and stared at her instead. She was a small woman, reminded me of a fucking bug….and I wanted to stomp on her for as long as I needed, as long as she became squashed. “I have let you speak for as long as needed, and I am sure the police have additional evidence against your bitch ass.”